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It’s That Time Again!

Posted by Viktoria Michaelis on November 27, 2011 in Q&A |

Just when you thought, after nearly eleven months of peace and quiet, that it was safe to wander out on the streets and in the shops again, it happens. The lights are back up, the stores have been promoting their merchandise for several weeks and the panic is written in countless faces.

Christmas is around the corner yet again.

It would be fine if this season of goodwill, of commercial enterprise and greed – come on, what else is it really? – were confined to the Christmas week, but it isn’t. It invades our lives with the promise of better things for all, if only we would buy this or that, send a special gift to someone or other, remember what the season is all about. But is it really just about that and, come to think about it, what exactly is that?

I know it’s really too early, but I’m going to do it anyway – and probably ruin the coming week for all of you – but I have to ask: what does Christmas, with everything that it involves, really mean to you?

Love & Kisses, Viki.

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1 Comment

  • Francois Demers says:

    Christmas used to mean “family”, it was the one day when I would see absolutely everyone down to the most distant third cousin. Then my mother picked December 24 to die: there were a few years when it meant little else.

    Since I came to live in Ukraine, meanings have had to change: last time I could fly back to Montreal for a family Christmas was almost ten years ago. Advent starts tonight and lasts forty days until Christmas (January 6-7) On that evening, we will have the traditional 12-course lean dinner that you would also find in Poland and possibly in the Eastern part of Germany. On Christmas morning, we go to Church and then come back home to break fast. This is not a meal for the timid or the vegetarian as Ukrainians try their best to catch up.

    On December 19th, we will be celebrating Sviatiy Mykolay, Saint Nicklaus, the patron of children and pupils. We all write letters to the holy bishop of Prague that we pinch between windows and their frames. Somehow, the saint gets them.

    On the morning of the 19th my daughter and wife will have surprises under their pillows. Things that they want but do not know they want. The moment they see the surprises (just before “you should not have”) is what it means to me these years.

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